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This is primarily for P, who had to listen to me whine about how my notes from Natural Resources weren’t as helpful as my notes usually are. Here’s an exerpt that might explain why. Sometimes I’m just too amused by my own thoughts.

Sierra Club v USFS (344) Dragon like!!!! What was the challenge? A: timber sales in the wildlife preserve and USFS was proposing would reduce big game hiding area. Why is that bad? A: hurt wildlife that were protected by Specific dragon-like organic act. Why did Sierra Club bring this? A: part of stopping timber overall. Notice also that they are challenging the plan in the context of particular timber salesa€”allowed under OH Forestry Assoc decision. Also, therea€?s a resonance (aaaahhh) w/ Meritaa€”trying to preserve a large swath of habitat. Lots of things going ona€”anti-tree-chopping!! Also inconsistent w/ dragon-like organic act. What did that act provide for? A: the wildlife reserve is for the purpose of the game. Allowed ever? A: in connection w/ mining. What is the FSa€?s argument? A: their larger master plan authorizes this b/c providing for overall plant/animal diversity. What will they achieve here? A: detrimental effects on some specific crittersa€”goshawks!!! But more crappy critters like rats will move in to crappy habitat made by choppies. Making some goshawks move on is ok so that rats can move in.

The act is dragon-like because it’s the Norbeck Act, which is like Norbert, Hagrid’s dragon in Harry Potter. Also, please notice that my notes attempt to sing when we mention resonance and that timber harvests are referred to as “choppies”. That’s the technical term. I’m not sure why I’m so excited about goshawks, but there you go. !!!! I wish I were as excited about studying this. And yes, I’m just to national forests.

1. Work on a political campaign. 2. Swim with sting rays. 3. Go tubing. 4. Visit the Great Wall of China. 5. Figure out my ancestors who came to the US. 6. Have a fish pond. 7. See three plays a year. 8. Run for local office. 9. Take golf lessons. 10. Have a beautiful garden in each season.

Well, I’ve got one of my ancestors who came to the US down. Six generations or so ago, he made the perilous journey from his native CANADA. Good grief.

Well, I got up this morning thinking that I would ride my bike into town to the Run/Walk for Home 5k. The thunderstorm put an end to that thought, but I showed up anyway. I wasn’t running it, but volunteering for the local domestic violence shelter that gets proceeds from the race. It poured like crazy, and my rain jacket was useless. Basically I was soaked through. By the time the race started it had stopped raining, so that was nice and by the end of the event the sun was out. We cheered the runners and walkers, and told cars “no, you can’t drive down the road until after 10 am., we’re having a race.” On the map, we were labeled run/walk captains. I told E we should put that on our resumes. Heehee.

Happy Easter!

1. Visit every national park. 2. Go snow skiing. 3. Go camping at least 3 times a year. 4. Try rowing. 5. Take a hot air balloon ride. 6. See a volcano erupting. 7. Visit the Taj Mahal. 8. Create a scholarship. 9. Hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back. 10. Go on an international Habitat for Humanity build.

Like state parks, I’ve been to a few national parks even if for a brief visit. I’m not going to list the ones I’ve not visited, but these are the ones I have: Denali, Great Smoky Mountains, Grand Canyon, Petrified Forest, Mesa Verde, Yellowstone, Grand Teton.

In other news, I read somewhere that if you are interested in learning golf that you shouldn’t go out and buy a bunch of expensive golf clubs and such because you won’t know what you want or need when you first start. Wherever I was reading this, it said–once you know something about what you’re looking for, try a thrift store first. Well, I thought, yeah right–like any thrift store really has a bunch of golf clubs. When I was at PS’s thrift store yesterday there were three–THREE–bags of golf clubs, with clubs for $2 each (most comfortably used). This thrift store has been open less than a year. So I guess that source did know what it was talking about.

1. Volunteer with a group that promotes literacy. 2. Visit Stonehenge. 3. Ride a mechanical bull. 4. Visit Angkor Wat. 5. Go on a canopy/tree-top tour. 6. Take a train trip. 7. Make a quilt. 8. Learn to speak Spanish. 9. Learn to play the mandolin. 10. Ride a century.

Today was the beginning of the Working In the Public Interest conference and the keynote speaker was John Edwards. Not the “psychic”, the former Senator and vice presidential candidate. I thought it was a good speech and inspiring, but not as forceful as it could be.

There were three main points that I really enjoyed. Edwards framed poverty as the greatest moral issue of our time, both domestically and internationally. He reminded us that college students have changed this country and the world before–working for civil rights and against war and apartheid–and we can do it again. Edwards called on this generation to make poverty our moral issue and to put our considerable efforts behind issues like affordable housing and healthcare, a living wage, and higher education for more people. He said that other countries know that Americans are powerful both economically and militarily, but what they want to know is if we care? Personally, I think it would be better if he said, other countries know that America is powerful, but do they know if we’re good? Are we benevolent?

He left us with the saying that the leaders we’re waiting on are us. Which is true, but that means we have to do more than vote for whoever the old guard (like Edwards himself who is older than my parents) put up for us to vote for and issues that they think are important.

When I ride the bus home this afternoon, I will be at 102 miles! It’s been fun.

Also, I think I will be slowing my posting down until after the semester is over. I have too much to do, and I can’t concentrate enough on writing about my days here. Plus, no time for adventures really. See you in May!

1. Win a prize running. 2. Learn to make pottery on a wheel. 3. Take voice lessons. 4. Learn to weave. 5. Have a home that welcomes guests. 6. See a coral reef. 7. Visit the pyramids. 8. Go crabbing. 9. Volunteer at an animal shelter. 10. Watch the sun rise from a mountain top.

This weekend is Hands On Athens, and like last year, I volunteered to help for one shift. HOA is a weekend where volunteers do home maintenance for people who aren’t able to do it themselves–the people have to own and live in their homes and the home has to be over 50 years old. Er, who I met at HOA last year, totally guilted me into it–because I had already decided not to, but then she asked if I was and I said yes. Which sounds like someone having a problem saying no to things that she doesn’t want to do, but I was really on the fence and just being lazy when I decided not to.

Anyway, it turns out that I couldn’t go with Er because I had other plans while she was working, so I emailed someone at church and went with her. It was very rewarding–the house we worked at was being repainted and having the floor shored up in one area. The man had lived in that house since the 1950’s, and his father had built it. I had to go inside and set some things on the kitchen table and it was like I had walked into my Aunt Evelyn’s house. Not the rooms so much as the furniture and how it was laid out, and he also had a kitchen table like my grandmother used to have with cereal boxes and paper towels and stuff on half of it like she always did. It was a strange feeling.

So three of us “unskilled” people prepped and primed the back porch to be painted–we did all of that before lunch. Since we finished almost everything except the rolling, it felt like we had accomplished something. The back porch also got sturdy new steps. A wren had a little nest with a bunch of loud babies in the rafters, and we got to watch the parents feed the babies the whole time we were working. It didn’t take long for them to get used to us, since wrens aren’t very shy birds.

That’s how I spent my morning! Now I have grocery and work to do the rest of the day!